Neil Silvermoon
As tension thickened in the atmosphere, Kuber's voice pierced the silence, instantly commanding the attention of all present.
"Though I can't kneel before the Divine God of Elevation, I am willing to contribute some credit coins in reverence to the deity," Kuber proclaimed, his voice unwavering.
The priest's ears perked at Kuber's declaration, a glint of greed sparking in his eyes. "A noble gesture indeed. Pray, what sum do you intend to offer?"
An unexpected grin etched across the priest's face, revealing his burgeoning greed. And it wasn't just the priest; the congregation's eyes were fixated on Kuber, brimming with anticipation.
"Behold, I shall bestow a substantial offering of 100 stone credits," Kuber declared, a triumphant expression adorning his features.